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Idle reader: thou mayest believe me without any oath that I would this

book, as it is the child of ayest, and

cleverest that could be iined But I could not counteract Nature's law

that everything shall beget its like; and what, then, could this sterile,

illtilled wit of et but the story of a dry, shrivelled, whihts of all sorts and such as never caotten in a prison, where every

?

Tranquillity, a cheerful retreat, pleasant fields, bright skies,

o far tointo the world births that

fill it onder and delight Soly,

loutish son, the love he bears him so blindfolds his eyes that he does

not see his defects, or, rather, takes theifts and charms of race I,

however--for though I pass for the father, I ao with the current of custom, or to

implore thee, dearest reader, almost with tears in my eyes, as others do,